Six Leaf-Lengths, page 4 of 12

Dawn holds her snout clear of the water with Pip perched dripping on the tip of it, one limb raised mid-sentence, warm and dryly amused.

Dawn lifted him out before the water could decide anything.

I was coming back anyway, he said, wet to the antennae.

She agreed that he was.

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